for the appearance of sudden smiles or tears.
I want to flight at once the glass of poison.
My deja vu with me for many years.
It’s my desired anguish and salvation,
when blurry pictures come to me from sky.
My past and future told of my causation.
I'm trying to catch the part of knowledge light.
My path has trampled and my feet are tired.
All life is woven of the choice, the sway.
I think sometimes about my acquired,
losses …. again the dark night follows day.